Romans & histoires Psychotique

it felt really painful. God, why? The tears that started streaming down his face were making his vision blurry, making him bump against people who were walking. He didn’t even bother saying his sorry, and those people cursed at him, and thought of him as a jerk. But no, Sane didn’t care. Sane didn’t care if those people thought of him as the worst person in the world. He didn’t care if those people thought that he was a spawn of Satan himself, that he was evil incarnate, he didn’t care. Because when one lost someone, he no longer cared

the bartender asked. “Yes,” she replied. He nodded and left them to get her a refill. “I just ordered another dose,” she slurred over her shoulder. Scott grunted. “Wait a minute? Is she crazy or something?” the man asked with raised eyebrows. “The correct term is . . . schizophrenia,” Scott whispered. “Shit,” the man sneered as he hopped up. “Thanks, doc.” The man quickly walked away and headed for the front door. Scott chuckled as he took the seat the man just vacated.

"Didn't I warn you before? You should've stopped getting into my way before I destroy everything about you and your little lover Ashton. I was about to walk away, but she continued speaking. "What do you want?! Just... just tell me and stop this nonsense!" "Hmm, I want to see you suffer. Why? Because I am a psychopath." I breathed heavily. "Ah, just to remind you, you're digging your own grave. I'm just helping you. Goodbye, see you later." I waved my hands at her and marched away. I heard her wail. Things are going to happen over and over again if people keep sticking their noses on my business.

Without even hearing his response I already touched the end call. I’m doomed. Do I need to wait or not? I didn’t even hear him. Poppycock! I was standing at Sevi’s front door still knocking and trying to calm him down. I wasn’t trying to open the door myself since the last time I do that, a flying glass greeted my face. It was better not to force him to calm down. That’s the last Psychologist said as a token of advice after she resigns. I had hired many Doctors before but no one can handle him once his PTSD struck.

They all stared at each other in confusion,if they were human they would say Lena was mental,after everything with DEATH she had become delusional and seeing things. “A bulb??” Josephine asked. “Yes' ' Lena answered as she turned her back to look at the bulb but it was gone. Lena was speechless,she felt embarrassment creep in,her legs felt weak immediately,she felt like a child who had made up a story to tell her friends to impress them or a child who had seen something extraordinary but no one saw or believed her. “Well it’s gone I guess” Lena said underneath her breath with her head hanging low. “Come here!” Jeremy instructed, he tapped a seat next to him.

His mind was a whirlwind of rage, betrayal, and confusion. He could feel the darkness enveloping him, urging him to spill blood to calm the storm within. "I need... to kill," Lucifer muttered, his eyes wild and unfocused. The men stepped back, giving him space as he began to pace the room like a caged animal. His thoughts were consumed with violent images, the need to exact revenge clawing at his sanity. The desire to see April suffer, to make her pay for the sins of her father, became an overwhelming obsession. Lucifer's mind snapped, and he let out a primal roar, throwing a chair across the room. The furniture shattered against the wall, but it did nothing to soothe the inferno raging insi

Her mental state is deeply fragile, marked by extreme emotional instability. Symptoms and Observations: Panic Attacks: Frequent and unpredictable, triggered by perceived threats, loud noises, or unfamiliar people. Insomnia: Patient struggles to sleep, often showing signs of exhaustion and restlessness. Severe PTSD: Exhibits hypervigilance, distrust, and recurring signs of trauma. Phobia of Alphas and Alpha Pheromones: Displays intense fear of Alphas, refusing contact or proximity to them. Patient reacts with aggression or attempts to flee when exposed to Alpha pheromones.

Sometimes elevated and others irritable. The second one was Schizophrenia, which caused distortions in his emotions, thinking, and self-behavior that can result in a loss of memories, suicidal thoughts, and a blurred sense of identity. Which was the case in front of her. Nyx was switching to an alternate identity. He was feeling the presence of two or more people talking or living inside his head, and he may feel as though he's possessed by other identities. Each identity may have a unique name and wants to be dominant over the other. Which prouve Dr.Jimin's information. But maybe they should kiss their luck because Nyx was trapped between just two personalities, not more.

“Physical vampires?” He slowly shook his head. “It is not that I discount it, necessarily. It is that I have yet to see an example of it with my own eyes. I’ve seen horrible, awful things. I’ve seen perfectly healthy people have psychotic breaks. Completely unexplained. Could this be accounted to demonic possession? Yes. Could it be accounted to vampirism? Perhaps. In my view, it doesn’t really matter what you label it. What you have is an unexplained event that is outside the guise of normal—thus, para-normal.

he says and I looked at him confused. "What?! Dante this is Isabella. You two loved each other. You adored her" I tell him. It is his drunk mind talking. "I can't love anyone. I am a sociopath,I am mentally ill,I have ASPD. I was diagnosed with this as child. I hate people, people make me sick, that is how I programmed to be. I am not a good person,I don't deserve love" he says taking another swing of the whiskey. "Okay that is enough " I tell him and take it from his hand.